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How lovely on the mountains are the feet of Him

Who brings good news, good news;
Announcing peace, proclaiming news of happiness:
Our God reigns, our God reigns!

Our God reigns! Our God reigns!

Our God reigns! Our God reigns!

He had no stately form, He had no majesty

That we should be drawn to Him.
He was despised and we took no account of Him.
Our God reigns, our God reigns!

It was our sin and guilt that bruised and wounded

It was our sin that brought Him down.
When we like sheep had gone astray our Shepherd
And on His shoulders bore our shame.

Meek as a lamb thats led out to the

Dumb as a sheep before its shearer,
His life ran down upon the ground like pouring rain
That we might be born again.

Out from the tomb He came with grace and

He is alive, He is alive.
God loves us so, see here His hands, His feet, His
Yes we know, He is alive.